The Exile and the DJ

A year and a half after that first night in The Rusty Horseshoe, Vinyl and I were married, and living in an apartment twenty minutes from the Cider House, the nightclub where we both worked, making music, and tending bar.

As Vinyl had promised, our time together has certainly led to many great experiences. There was the first time we went out on a dinner date at Café Le Grande (Vinyl was so adorably uncomfortable wearing a real dress, and acting polite in front of other ponies). Then there was the first time I met Vinyl’s parents when they made the trip from Trottingham to visit their daughter. They had been a little wary at first (which was understandable given Vinyl’s track record when it came to relationships), but after having dinner together, and telling them a little about myself, they seemed to warm up to me. Of course I can't forget the greatest experience of all; our wedding. It was a modest, yet beautiful ceremony, with mostly Vinyl's family in attendance (with enough arm twisting, I'd sent an invitation to my parents, but I never heard from them). After exchanging rings, and saying our vows, we drank and danced under Luna's night sky, until Celestia's sun began to rise over the horizon.

Of course the experiences weren't all good ones. Our first fight came about two months after we started dating. Vinyl wanted to go out to the club (again), while I wanted to stay in, cook a romantic dinner, maybe watch a movie, and then see where the night took us. Words were said (in increasingly louder, and angrier voices), and eventually, she just stormed out of the apartment. I half expected her to come stumbling back home early the next morning, wasted, but she ended up only being gone for a half an hour. In the end we both apologized in the best way possible; we both said “I love you” for the first time (followed by a passionate evening of lovemaking). So in a way, that had actually ended up being another happy experience.

So, yeah, most ponies have some sort of heartfelt story to tell when it comes to the time they fell in love with their significant other. Vinyl and I might not have had that kind of classic “falling in love” story, but what we did have worked for us, and we’d never trade what happened that day for a chance to go back to the way things had been before we met each other. Sure it wasn’t “traditional,” but we’re happy now, we’re in love, and that’s all that matters.